Sugar and Spice_ An L.A. Candy Novel - Lauren Conrad [58]
“Yeah, good luck with that. And no, I haven’t talked to him.”
Which wasn’t exactly the truth. Jane thought about the email she’d gotten from Jesse just this morning:
Didn’t take you long to find a new boyfriend, Jane. Guess you’re as big a liar as you always were.
She’d started to write back, then figured, what good would it do? Jesse had obviously heard about her and Caleb, which would not have been difficult, since their relationship was all over the media. She wished now that she hadn’t listened to Trevor’s “advice.” It had been stupid, lying to Jesse and making him think that he still had a chance with her.
D’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Soooo. Was it super-awkward seeing Jesse at the hospital?”
“Yeah. I hadn’t seen him since we broke up, and—” Jane stopped suddenly and craned her neck to see what D was typing. “Don’t you dare write about me and Jesse in your blog! It’s totally off the record! Do you hear me, D?”
“Calm down, baby cakes! I would never!”
Jane sighed. She reached over and straightened his bow tie, which was large, striped, and vintage. “It’s so confusing with you these days. I mean, you’re my friend I tell private stuff to, plus you’re a blogger. Should I just keep my mouth shut?”
“Honey, the only thing I ever publish about you is that you’re a sweet, beautiful, un-Botoxed gem in a shark-infested sea of fakes.” D set aside his iPad. “Let’s change the subject! How is your new man-friend?”
“Caleb? He’s, um, fine.”
“Fine?” D leaned back and narrowed his eyes at her. “That doesn’t sound good, honey.”
“No, no! Caleb’s really cool! It’s just that”—Jane hesitated—“we’ve been dating for a couple of weeks now. Less than that, even. At first it was a lot of fun, you know, talking about high school and catching up and stuff. But . . . well . . . I’m kinda starting to wonder about him.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well . . . like last night? We finally had a date without the crew. I was looking forward to seeing him alone, you know? Except he asked me where the cameras were. Like he missed them or something. And then, we’re kissing on his couch, and he pulls away and asks me if I think he should get an agent.”
D gasped. “No!”
“Yep.”
“Sounds like your boy has the fame bug.”
“Yeah, right? I’m hoping it’s just temporary, though. I mean, this is all pretty new for him. Maybe once the excitement wears off—”
“Hey, you two!”
Jane glanced up and saw Trevor walking toward them, coat in hand. He’d been showing up at shoots more and more lately. She hoped he hadn’t overheard any of her conversation with D. “Hey, Trevor. Are you taking off?”
“Yeah, I just came by to go over a few things with Dana. Hi, D. Loved your piece about Jared Walsh.”
“You didn’t think I was too harsh?”
Trevor laughed. “The guy gives heterosexuality a bad name. And no, you can’t quote me on that. Will we see you tonight?”
“Wouldn’t miss it!”
“Great! You’ve done a terrific job organizing this party, Jane. Scarlett’s going to be very, very happy.”
“I hope so.” Jane smiled, flattered. Then confused. Why did Trevor have this effect on her? When he talked to her like this, it was like he was some hard-to-please dad and she was his favorite little girl. Which was kind of weird, but it was the truth. But he could also make her feel like she was a spoiled, ungrateful brat, like when she tried to discuss the Madison Problem with him and he basically shot her down, reminding her that she got paid a lot of money to do the show. Translation: Stop being so ungrateful and suck it up.
Still . . . why did she care what he thought of her?
“She’ll be here at six sharp, right, Jane?” Trevor asked.
“Um, yes. Six sharp. Dana arranged that,” Jane said. She had to stop it with the psychoanalysis and focus on the party.
Trevor gave Jane a few more instructions, then said good-bye to her and D and took off. “Your boss is one good-looking man,” D remarked.
Jane laughed. “D, he’s, like, forty.”
Jane surveyed the room to see what other area needed setting up. She noticed